The Irony


Merry Christmas everyone!!

Although this year has been great, this has honestly been one of the most ironic Christmas’s ever.  It has shown me even at the ripe old age of 44 there are still many valid lessons to learn.  Even when you think you have great judgement my judgement is still fallible.  Fallible in such poor taste that it actually contradicts many of my own deep core values.  It’s not so much failing on my core values, it’s the long lasting example, memory, and impression that I just made on my family.  Most will not think much of it however I will quietly own it.  That’s how I roll.  Internalize it, think about it, make a correction and then move on.  I never claimed to be perfect.

I’m an over the top type of guy and I always have been.  Christmas Eve I think I took it a little over the top and for once I actually forgot where I came from.  I think I officially became a folly and I’ll take on that well deserved title.  Normally I wear that proudly (I like being the funny guy) but this time I’m a bit ashamed.  I know I’m being a bit hard on myself but I’ll pin on the ol’ Folly Achievement Medal as this time its well deserved.  Now it’s time to stand up, think about it for a time and move on.

I wish I could write about the irony of this whole thing as it would either make you cry, make one say whelp….you Reap what you Sow or just simply make you laugh. Either way life has shown me that Karma is only a breath away.  Karma stalks you and quietly awaits for your mistakes.  After that small yet critical mistake, Karma will remind you for a lifetime that she’s peering over your shoulder.  Karma is peering and waiting to exploit your weaknesses so she can insert her shank in your ribcage.  Once that mistake has been made and Karma’s shank has been inserted, she twists it and then looks up at you with a grin.  After that clever smile, she turns her back and then patiently waits for that ironic moment to strike once again.  Tonight karma took the time to strike.

I know this sounds a little deep for Christmas day,  don’t take it that way.  It’s a lesson that I learned on my own.

Now a serious Merry Christmas to everyone and a Happy New Year!  I’ve got lots of great plans and some truly exciting events happening. and I’m truly looking forward to it!

Do take care,


About Adventures in the Burbs (72 Articles)
I'm now considered a survivor. A survivor of what you may ask? For my entire life I have been a walking time bomb due to a visitor embedded in my brain called an AVM, or an Arteriovenous Malformation. I never actually knew I had it. My story of survival is so improbably and spectacular that it is worthy of an entire book in itself. I may have a post in here somewhere on my blog that covers it. In the end I’ve survived a brain hemorrhage, brain surgery and I’ve been left with Epilepsy and Left Side Neglect. Believe it or not, Left Side Neglect has been nothing less than a fascinating experience although I don’t recommend it for the feeble or weak minded. In the end that time bomb exploded yet I’m still here to put my adventures up on this blog and I will never let my survivor experience hold me back from life. Although I’m now considered a “Survivor”, throughout life I have been many things and it seems I have assumed many different identities along the way. For me life has been a zigzagging adventure woven with change and that change has always been good. I’m truly blessed as my life has been nothing short of amazing and my cup has always been overflowing even in the worst of times. I’ve had a good family, good friends, excellent mentors along the way and an amazing wife. Wonder if she will actually ever read this?? I’ve been a musician, a dishwasher, a pizza maker, a break-dancer, a skateboarder, a long haired metal head, a United States Marine, a husband, a father to many, a technologist, a college student, an adventure racer, a businessman, a manager, a leader, a crisis manager, a Harley Davidson enthusiast, a wannabe bourbon connoisseur, an amateur RV’er, an amateur blogger, an amateur writer, an amateur photographer, a thinker, a doer, a traveler, a wannabe digital nomad, an adventurer, and a remote worker. So as you can see I’ve maintained just a few identities….but what’s in an identity anyway. I know my identity as a “survivor” will not sum up my existence nor define me as a person. My name is Will and I am all of those identities listed above and then some. Hopefully you will join me on my journey. Do take Care, Will

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